My Players Are So Fierce

In less than an hour since the war began, more than forty meteors of varying sizes had crashed onto the front and mid-sections of the Blackflame Mountain Pass position, with each position suffering savage destruction.

This imposed immense psychological pressure on the soldiers, even though they knew that such large meteor impact couldn’t cause annihilating death across an entire position, the mere sight of meteors descending was enough to instill fear in anyone who witnessed it.

Who wouldn’t be afraid of such a big rock with a long tail flame crashing down?

After all, not everyone is a crazy Transia person daring to launch a counterattack against the Wolf People and their minions amidst the relentless meteor bombardment, right?

“Meteor attack!”

Major Ron hid in a freshly dug trench, looking up at the meteor trailing a purple tail flame crashing down from high above.

This thing was originally aimed at his position but the Earth Priest interfered mid-air, shifting its trajectory askew towards the barren mountain on the other side of the pass.

He was not a newbie, but he’d never seen such a crazy war scene before.

“Ron!

Where the hell is your dwarven cannon?”

Just as Major Ron was praying to any of the Divine Spirits he knew, hoping no meteor would hit him on the head, the Calculating Pearl in his hand suddenly blared.

Major Dune, who was now leading infantry to support the fight on the third position, had no trace of elegance left as he cursed:

“Fire immediately!

Damn it!

The shooting coordinates have been sent to you, this place is overrun with Gnolls, and I even spotted a Cannibal Demon!

Bloody hell, quick!

I’m about to get surrounded!”

“Hold on, a meteor just wrecked the position, engineers are repairing it…

damn!

Run to the Transia position!

Quick!

Their situation is the best on the frontline, the Wolf People can’t break through.”

Ron turned to glance at the meteor crater being swiftly repaired by the dwarven engineer soldiers.

The last meteor that couldn’t be intercepted destroyed at least ten cannons once it hit, not to mention the casualties.

Hoping for “no damage” in this situation was purely wishful thinking.

He shouted to his compatriot.

Major Dune didn’t like the idea of seeking refuge at the Transia-controlled third position, but there wasn’t any other choice now.

After the Wolf People’s full-scale assault began, the first two positions had been leveled.

The crazy Transia warriors were locked in a fierce struggle with the Wolf People at the second position, with the third position as their foothold and the Crimson Gate shining, sending more warriors onto the battlefield.

Today’s war protection was the God of the North Wind Su.

On this intensely heated battlefield, Su’s divine power was continuously summoning Wolf Spirits to participate, but even so, the second position was about to fall.

“Brothers, make way!

Watch me use the Loyal Brother’s newly modified Iron Fist to take them down!”

Major Dune had just led his men into the third position when he heard a loud shout.

He looked back in astonishment to see several dust-covered Transia warriors carrying strange tubes, jumping out from the trenches.

Dozens of incoming Wolf People with Gnolls were charging, seemingly unstoppable by anything.

“Die!”

The “Medieval Gospel Warrior” sent to support screamed as they aimed ahead and pulled the trigger.

The Old Flywheel design, also named “Iron Fist II” by Loyal Brother, emitted a pungent smoke as it launched a big explosive shell, which elegantly popped out stabilizer wings and, after flying 200 meters, hit a Wolf People’s chest, one that had its eyes shot through with arrows.

“Boom!”

Intense firelight accompanied by a muffled explosion made Major Dune shrink his neck; he was convinced this thing must have added some Burning Gold, otherwise, the destructive power wouldn’t be this fierce.

However, he was mistaken.

“Triss just figured out the TNT technique a few days ago, Loyal Brother’s already using it, that’s awesome!

Oh, look at that burning fire, it finally has the familiar explosion smell I remember.”

Murphy, wielding a chainsaw sword and frantically slashing at the Wolves on a one-lane defense, noticed the commotion and was pleased to see the Iron Fist rocket launcher operating normally.

The Governor was very satisfied with the People’s Army’s firepower boost, even wanting to give a thumbs up to Loyal Brother’s arms factory.

Yet Major Dune’s subsequent experience was utterly exasperating; wanting to join the fight, he grabbed a nearby warrior who was strapping explosives to himself, asking:

“Who is the commander here?

I request temporary integration into your attack sequence!”

“What?

Commander?”

The newbie “Kiddo Mouse” who was grabbed by Major Dune blinked.

Unfamiliar with the man before him, he casually replied:

“Commander Lord Qin and others have flanked around, planning to do a ‘center bloom’ from the front via underground passages beneath the position, sounds exciting.

Sadly, only Black Iron can join, and I’m just a bit short.

No worries, though!

I’m nearly proficient in explosive specialties; after this blast, I’ll surely reach level 10.

Haha, playing as a Suicide bomber is so exhilarating.”

Having said that, he stood up again, only to be pulled back down by Major Dune who scolded:

“There are Wolf People archers over there, are you insane?”

“What the hell do you know?”

Kiddo Mouse unhappily swatted Major Dune’s hand away and screamed:

“I’m ranking up, don’t stand in my way, I’m heading out!

See you in three days.”

With that, he drank Victory Wine, shouted, and leapt forward, detonating the explosives strapped to his chest and back, plunging into the advancing Wolf People in front of Major Dune’s shocked eyes.

“Boom!”

When that guy collided with a grotesque smile into the terrified pack of Wolf People, intense firelight and a filthy storm instantly swallowed everything around.

“Damn!”

The golden-flowered androgynously elegant Goldenrod Major and his troops were stunned.

It was their first time witnessing Transia’s suicide tactics.

Before he could recover, four or five more newbies came running out of the portal, strapping explosives on themselves while casually chatting about today’s meal at the Wolf Castle cafeteria, even claiming it was better tasting than school cafeteria food.

Their demeanor seemed like they were on an armed field trip.

“Do you think I can blow up a few this time?

I reckon I can take down at least five, right?”

“Bull!

Last time you said you got seven, but the Calculating Pearl only recorded three, you’re just all talk!”

“You know, us always playing as disposable pawns isn’t good, right?

Every battle we have fun but then we’re offline for three days, that’s terrible.”

“What can we do then?

You can’t match the Wolf People in a sword fight, right?

Better hurry up and level up through trials, then we can wear the good gear we earned last time and engage directly.

Ah, what a time to be alive, it’s about to start.”

“Hmm-hmm, you guys keep chatting, I’m going for a round, see you tonight in Glory, I have my ranking match today.”

“Alright, alright, you go first, I’ll follow right after I strap on these explosives.”

In Major Dune’s continued dumbstruck gaze, the newbies charged out one by one, exploding themselves and terrifying the Wolf People from approaching.

Watching gnolls and gnolls veering away, surveying those they leave behind makes Doom’s corner of his eye twitch violently.

Jesus!

Even the savages think you’re too extreme, hey!

Ps: Additional update tomorrow!

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